Hurt The Good (Charlotte Sometimes)

I dreamed I once said, "Seems like a distant curse." And while I heard these words, I took a number off the shelf, It don't matter much, 'Cause every time I saw myself, It hurt to touch. My body bleeds all day. What do they do? They hurt the good; They hurt the truth. The fool for the cause Seems like jaded truth. I'm running out of time, I know. All I do is why My body bleeds all day What do they do They hurt the good They hurt the truth They burn the only bridge in me